Black Licorice Poem by Angelica Ortiz

Black Licorice



I know I can be the sweetest
But
There’s a black licorice lurking in my stomach.
This isn’t the right time to recharge
The tea kettle is shouting
And everyone seems to be ignoring it...




I guess I take it after my father,
Miss Little Cream Soda

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lee Crowell 09 March 2009

nice work here Angelica I'm going to read more of your postings right now

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